Thursday, June 7, 2012

The Sand-hill Crane by Mary Austin

 Sandhill Cranes in Flight
WHENEVER the days are cool and clear,
The sand-hill crane goes walking
Across the field by the flashing weir,
Slowly, solemnly stalking.
The little frogs in the tules hear,
And jump for their lives if he comes near;
The fishes scuttle away in fear
When the sand-hill crane goes walking.

The field folk know if he comes that way,
Slowly, solemnly stalking,
There is danger and death in the least delay,
When the sand-hill crane goes walking.
The chipmunks stop in the midst of play;
The gophers hide in their holes away;
And 'Hush, oh, hush!' the field-mice say,
When the sand-hill crane goes walking.


Steffi said...

Fantastic photo and an interesting post to read for SWF!Thank you for sharing and have a nice weekend!

Martha Z said...

Wonderful image and poetry.

Judy said...

What an interesting poem...
I love the photo, although they do not look very graceful!

Carole M. said...

oh fabulous shot! Great in-flight capture!